The Case of the Missing Secretary

Dear Reader,

I really can’t express how flattered I am and also how grateful I am to Harlequin Books for releasing this collection of my published works. It came as a great surprise. I never think of myself as writing books that are collectible. In fact, there are days when I forget that writing is work at all. What I do for a living is so much fun that it never seems like a job. And since I reside in a small community, and my daily life is confined to such mundane things as feeding the wild birds and looking after my herb patch in the backyard, I feel rather unconnected from what many would think of as a glamorous profession.

But when I read my email, or when I get letters from readers, or when I go on signing trips to bookstores to meet all of you, I feel truly blessed. Over the past thirty years, I have made lasting friendships with many of you. And quite frankly, most of you are like part of my family. You can’t imagine how much you enrich my life. Thank you so much.

I also need to extend thanks to my family (my husband, James, son, Blayne, daughter-in-law, Christina, and granddaughter, Selena Marie), to my best friend, Ann, to my readers, booksellers and the wonderful people at Harlequin Books—from my editor of many years, Tara, to all the other fine and talented people who make up our publishing house. Thanks to all of you for making this job and my private life so worth living.

Thank you for this tribute, Harlequin, and for putting up with me for thirty long years! Love to all of you.

Diana Palmer

The prolific author of more than one hundred books, Diana Palmer got her start as a newspaper reporter. A multi–New York Times bestselling author and one of the top ten romance writers in America, she has a gift for telling the most sensual tales with charm and humor. Diana lives with her family in Cornelia, Georgia.

Visit her website at www.DianaPalmer.com.

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With love to SPC Tracy Adams 4th MMC,

13th COSCOM—please write!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Kit Morris was just barely lucid as she stormed into the Lassiter Detective Agency, her short black hair falling in wet strings around her face, her blue eyes huge and red-rimmed. Her tall, slender figure was clad in a gray suit that had been immaculate just that morning, paired with a soft white blouse and an extravagant silk blue-patterned scarf. Now the whole outfit was a dripping mess—like Kit’s nerves.

It was Tess Lassiter’s day substituting for her husband Dane’s receptionist, so she was the first person Kit saw when she dragged into the office. Kit and Tess had been best friends for years, long before Tess married Dane Lassiter, who’d been Tess’s boss at the time. Kit and Tess had a lot in common. Not that Kit had a single bald chance of ever marrying her boss. Her ex- boss, that was. At the moment, Kit would much rather stand him up against a mesquite tree and put a fountain pen through his black heart than walk down the aisle with him.

“What happened to you?” Tess exclaimed. “My goodness, Kit, you look terrible!”

“Of course I look terrible! He put me out of the car on Travis Street!”

“That’s five blocks from here,” Tess mumbled. “He who?”

“Can’t you guess?” Kit wailed. “It was him! My boss! My ex-boss,” she corrected furiously, shaking her head to get the hair out of her eyes. “He…he hijacked me from the public safety department where I was getting my driver’s license renewed!” she exclaimed.

“He hijacked you?” Tess had to smother a laugh.

“Yes! I didn’t want to go with him, but he picked me up and carried me out to the car. And in front of all those people,” she groaned. “I didn’t even get my license fee paid! I’ll have to go back again and stand in line for another hour!”

“Oh, Kit,” Tess began sympathetically.

“I resigned two weeks ago, after all! I don’t work for him anymore! He can’t talk to me like that!”

“Like what?” Tess asked soothingly, trying to calm her best friend.

Kit’s eyes blazed like blue flames. “All these years I’ve slaved for him.” She choked. “Taking his dictation, following him around the world, withstanding his disgusting temper…and he has the gall…the gall to say that I’m not worth the salary he used to pay me! As if it was a king’s ransom or something. Can you imagine?”

“Mr. Deverell said that?”

“Logan Deverell is a tyrant and a beast.” Kit fumed. “The lowest of the low. A worm! No.” She caught herself. “Pond scum! That’s what he is, only much, much lower….”

“Did you do something?” Tess probed gently.

“Not since I told him about his new conquest, right before I quit,” she muttered, trying to hide her feeling of heartbreak. Logan Deverell’s new woman was why Kit had quit her job in the first place. “He’s serious about her, you know.”

“But why did he nab you?”

Kit threw up her graceful hands. “Who knows? Anyway, he tried to coax me into coming back and I told him I wouldn’t. He practically jumped down my throat with both feet. He’s never used language like that to me, and he said that I was worthless as a secretary and he didn’t know why he was willing to hire me again.”

Tess wanted to get up and put her arms around the taller woman and coax her to cry. But Kit was stubborn, even in grief. She held her chin high, struggling to maintain her dignity. Tess couldn’t undermine her strength.

She could only imagine how her friend was hurting. Kit had been in love with Logan Deverell for years. The silly man never noticed her, except as a piece of office furniture.

“Why was he offering you your old job back?” Tess asked.

“I don’t know. We started arguing before he got around to telling me. He was raging like a madman. I didn’t even think, I just got out of the car and left.”

“He put you out in the rain?” Tess groaned. “How could he!”

“He didn’t put me out as much as I jumped out,” Kit confessed. “The stupid blind man! I love him so!” Kit choked. Her heart felt as if it were something brittle that had just been smacked with a bat. She was coming unglued. “If only I were blonde and stacked!”